I hate you as well, but rather I say I love you.
So please stay, don't leave me. I plead
I don't want you to go.
The moment I came to console you, I saw that you weren't feeling well, and your heart was cold. It seemed I wasn't there for you. It happened quite often after that. I didn't mean to ignore you, but I felt undesired, and that hurt me so much. Even though my hugs were cold, the deep affection wanted to seep through.
You misunderstood me, and I am to blame. I made it not easy for you—never before had I done that. I just needed a sign that there was a need for me, or else I felt left out.
I don't know how it happened, but this manipulation, in turn, made me different. At some point, I forgot what it was all for. Not talking, not sharing became unbearable.
We both were deprived; ego prevailed. Although I felt like another, you changed completely, but standing here I still love you.
So please give me another chance.
Words built to heal, yet
they disturb what already exists.
Entry into the contest: 17 May 2026, Freewriters Community Daily Writing Prompt Day 3106: not what it seems
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